it has been a while...

Well, it has been a while since I last posted properly...I thought it was about time I said something before everyone began to wonder if Mr and Mrs McMuffin were no more. I don't really have that much to say. I have had a busy few weeks. A period of unemployment, a new job, a new business...hopefully, still worrying about whether I am ever going to get my MSc dissertation done, but still planning my doctorate. How weird is that? Seeing therapy clients who don't appreciate how wonderful I am and keep missing sessions. I am sure it has nothing to do with how preoccupied I am at the moment! I did my first training day the other day with [I can't for the life of me remember her cake name, but she knows who she is!]. That last sentence took five minutes to write by the way. We worked together really well, and to think I didn't like her that much when I first met her, and I am sure the feeling was mutual. Got excellent feedback from the participants. Met with another organisation a couple of weeks ago and we have agreed another six days training, but sort of on the understanding that I do the training myself. Oh, well...

[I really need to start another paragraph here] The new job is a bit dull and, dare I say it, beneath me, but it does offer me the opportunity to sharpen my skills! It does mean that I only have to work four days a week and that means that I will be more free to see clients and to do my dissertation, or at least that is the plan. I can't start my dissertation until the room of shame has been completely redecorated, and that is now underway. The lovely Slink has managed to leave his mark on the room by shitting on the bare floorboards. Unfortunately we didn't notice until it had dried hard and now it is a real bugger to shift, even with spray bleach.

On a much more personal front, my brother has narrowly missed going to jail. He beat up his ex-wife's new boyfriend, and was charged with ABH and a whole series of other offences. He has finally admitted the ABH and will be sentenced later this month. His solicitor doesn't think he will be imprisoned but is more likely to get a community sentence. It is all very sad. I come from a family where ABH could be the way to go for most of us, but fortunately we have managed to avoid it. He has also been unemployed since January, waiting to go to jail. What kind of life is that?

My other brother, the one we used to call 'the psycho' has surprised us all by getting into education. He has told Mrs Muffin that she was his inspiration! This is a man who was thrown out of the army because he got so drunk that he thought he was a dog and tried to bite an officer. His dissertation won a well known [that's code for I can't remember what it is called] academic prize for excellence, and he is now planning his doctorate. How did that happen?

Must go now, time to eat and watch Cypher, which I am hoping will be brilliant. It is by the same fella who made Cube.